Once a week when the gate is open
You walk through the shadows of garden
Watch the torn swans float in ponds
Of their own jetblack blood
You imagine of diving in there
Where the surface fastly disappears
Scarlet light filters through the waters
And unseen hands pull down your feet

(But) you will wake into your own screams
That surrounding walls echo in your ears
You'll know that the moon is growing
You cannot move, they have leashed you here

So no-one know about your tortured whispers
No-one knows about those choking cries
That echo from behind
The barred windows at nights

White walls surround your kingdom where white worms
Feast on your flesh, crawling on your chest
And shoulders, where darkness never seems to end
. . . you're on your quest

When small window lights your land
You will open your tired eyes
Sleepless you've spent your night
Again, you swallow your daily lies

And the gate is open now
Still float the gutted swans
Again you're drowning deep
But you will never die

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